birdland
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joe zawinul, jaco pastorius, wayne shorter, alex acuna ve manolo badrena'dan oluşan (ki öncesinde ve sonrasında her zaman elemaları ve formu değişmiştir.) weather report'un en güzel albümlerinden heavy weather albümünde yeralan, kompozisyon ve aranjman harikası, mükemmel parça.
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jazz'ın bebop döneminde, charlie parker ve dizzy gillespie günlerinde charlie'nin lakabı yardbird'den esinlenerek açılmış gece kulübü. daha sonra eroin kullanmaktan iyice uçan charlie'nin içeriye girmesini yasaklamış ironik mekan.
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patti smithin horses albümünde yer alan şarkı.
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the manhattan transfer'in pek bir oynak sarkisi:
5,000 light years from birdland
but i’m still preachin’ the rhythm
long-gone, uptight years from birdland
an’ i’m still teachin’ it with ’em
years from the land of the bird
an’ i am still feelin’ the spirit
5,000 light years from birdland
but i know people can hear it
bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played it
well-stated! birdland--
it happened down in birdland
oh!
in the middle of that hub
i remember one jazz club
where we went to pat feet
down on fifty-secon’ street
everybody heard that word
that they named it after bird
where the rhythm swooped and swirled
the jazz corner of the world
an’ the cats they gigged in there
were beyond compare
birdland - i’m singin’ birdland
birdland - ol’ swingin’ birdland
hey, man, the music really turns you on!
y’ turn me on,
really, y’ turn me aroun’
’n turn me on
down them stairs, lose them cares - where?
down in birdland
total swing, bop was king - there
down in birdland
bird would cook, max would look - where?
down in birdland
miles came through, ’trane came too - there
down in birdland
basie blew, blakey too - where?
down in birdland
cannonball played that hall - there
down in birdland
yeah---
there may never be nothin’ such as that
no mo’ - no mo’
down in birdland, that’s where it was at
i know - i know
back in them days bop was ridin’ high
hello! ’n goodbye!
how well those cats remember
their first birdland gig
to play in birdland is an honor we still dig
yeah---that club was like--
in another world, sure enough--
yeah, baby
all o’ the cats had the cookin’ on
people just sat an’ they was steady lookin’ on
then bird--he came ’n spread the word--
birdland
yes, indeed, he did
yes, indeed, he did
yes, indeed, he did
yes, he did, parker played at birdland
yes, he really did
yes, indeed, he really did
yes, he really did
told the truth down in birdland
yes, indeed he did, yardbird parker played in
birdland
yes, indeed, he really did
charlie parker played in birdland
bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it,
then played it
well-stated! birdland
it happened down in birdland
everybody dug that beat
everybody stomped their feet
everybody digs be-bop
an’ they’ll never stop
down them stairs, lose them cares - yeah!
down in birdland
total swing! bop was king - yeah!
down in birdland
bird would cook, max would look - yeah,
down in birdland
miles came through, ’trane came too - yeah!
down in birdland
basie blew, blakey too - yeah!
down in birdland
cannonball played that hall - yeah
down in birdland
down them stairs, lose them cares - yeah
down in birdland
total swing! bop was king - yeah
down in birdland
bird would cook, max would look - yeah,
down in birdland
miles came through, ’trane came too - yeah!
down in birdland
basie blew, blakey too - yeah!
down in birdland
cannonball played that hall - yeah
down in birdland
down them stairs, lose y’ cares -yeah
down in birdland
total swing! bop was king - yeah
down in birdland
bird would cook, max would look - yeah,
down in birdland
background solo:
come in pairs down them stairs, lose y’ cares
them that dares gits it!
pay the gate, don’t be late
it’s a date! - whattay’ know
if y’ dig, then you’ll dig, it’s a groove
quite a groove, ’cause y’ t’ move
come in twos, pay your dues
what can you lose?
just your blues!
so lose them!
the band swingin’ one and all and what a ball!
yeah!
music is good, music is better than good
pretty good
very nice
really very good - things are bein’ like they should
very good -- very good -- very good
all y’ gotta do is lend an ear
an’ listen to it
then y’ dig a little sooner than soon
you’ll be diggin’ everything diggin’ all the music
what a ball!
how y’ gonna figure out
a way t’ bring it all about amid a
lot o’ other music on the set’n on
the scene know what i mean?
how y’ gonna separate the music from the scene
’gonna have t’ keep the memory clean
y’ gonna hear a lotta’ sound -- a lotta soun’ -
muhteşem ses, muhteşem yakarış. (bkz: patti smith).
his father died and left him a little farm in new england.
all the long black funeral cars left the scene
and the boy was just standing there alone
looking at the shiny red tractor
him and his daddy used to sit inside
and circle the blue fields and grease the night.
it was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
’cause when he looked up they started to slip.
then he put his head in the crux of his arm
and he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,
let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
and saw his daddy ’hind the control board streamin’ beads of light,
he saw his daddy ’hind the control board,
and he was very different tonight
’cause he was not human, he was not human.
and then the little boy’s face lit up with such naked joy
that the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns,
white lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
and he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,
no black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven
and fell on his knees and looked up and cried out,
“no, daddy, don’t leave me here alone,
take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship,
let the ship slide open and i’ll go inside of it
where you’re not human, you are not human.”
but nobody heard the boy’s cry of alarm.
nobody there ’cept for the birds around the new england farm
and they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
and they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet
slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
and he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of blake
grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck,
all his limbs, everything was twisted and he said,
“i won’t give up, won’t give up, don’t let me give up,
i won’t give up, come here, let me go up fast,
take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
and the ship slides open and i go inside of it where i am not human.”
i am helium raven and this movie is mine,
so he cried out as he stretched the sky,
pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am i all alone in this generation?
we’ll just be dreaming of animation night and day
and won’t let up, won’t let up and i see them coming in,
oh, i couldn’t hear them before, but i hear ’em now,
it’s a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them,
and he put up his hands and he said, “it’s me, it’s me,
i’ll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up,
i’m helium raven waitin’ for you, please take me up,
don’t let me here,” the son, the sign, the cross,
like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman,
the mother standing in the doorway letting her sons
no longer presidents but prophets
they’re all dreaming they’re gonna bear the prophet,
he’s gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation
it’s all gonna split his skull
it’s gonna come out like a black bouquet shining
like a fist that’s gonna shoot them up
like light, like mohammed boxer
take them up up up up up up
oh, let’s go up, up, take me up, i’ll go up,
i’m going up, i’m going up
take me up, i’m going up, i’ll go up there
go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
up, up to the belly of a ship.
let the ship slide open and we’ll go inside of it
where we are not human, we’re not human.
well, there was sand, there were tiles,
the sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
like a river of glass
when it hardened he looked at the surface
he saw his face
and where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals,
where there were eyes there were just two white opals
and he looked up and the rays shot
and he saw raven comin’ in
and he crawled on his back and he went up
up up up up up up
sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
we like birdland. -
(bkz: #8982645)
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patti smithin sapık bi şarkısı. mükemmel.
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weather report'un 1977 çıkışlı akıllara zarar albümü heavy weather'dan muhteşem bir joe zawinul kompozisyonu. ilginç sayılabilecek bir şekilde, o dönemde nba maçlarında çalacak derecede hit olmuştur. olağanüstü ticari başarısının yanı sıra, kısa sürede bir caz standardı haline gelmiş, birçok jazz-fusion grubunun repertuarında yer edinmiştir.
her zaman olduğu gibi, jaco*'nun perdesiz bas performansı muhteşemdir. ton, teknik, yaratıcılık, groove vs. her anlamda.
birdland, bir müzik eserinin yapısal elementlerini hangi şekilde bir araya getirilmesi anlamında düzenleme (aranjman) bakımından geride bıraktığımız yüzyılın şaheserlerinden biridir. hatta bana kalırsa, bir adım daha öteye götürecek olursak, düzenleme denen şeyin bizzat kendisidir. -
her sabah bir doz dinlense, en boktan güne bile güneş açtıracak bir hava durumu* saheseridir.
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rahmetli joe zawinulun viyananin 3. bölgesinde acmis oldugu mekanin adidir. tuzlu fiyatlarindan ve mainstream cizgisinden dolayi hic gitmisligim yoktur ama yine de sikici dükkanlardan ve almanca dublajli filmler gösteren bir sinemadan baska bir numarasi olmayan landstrasse hauptstrasse´yi biraz olsun canlandirmaktadir.
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